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"Had enough?" Shen Zechuan asked Xiao Chiye. It was a soft and small-voiced question, slightly pitiable, the way he only was in bed.
Xiao Chiye stroked Shen Zechuan's damp hair back from his face. He held a cup of water out, coaxing Shen Zechuan to drink.
"No," he said, when Shen Zechuan had emptied the cup.
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01 Aug 2024
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FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: On My Time as a Student Under Shen Qingqiu by Margo_Kim
Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
30 Jul 2024
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On the desk in between Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu was a printout of the email. Shen Qingqiu refused to look at it. If he tried very hard, he could pretend it wasn’t there. When the email had hit his inbox this morning, Shen Qingqiu had read it and reread enough to have it memorized, as he tried to comprehend the meaning of these words arranged in this order. The second that comprehension dawned upon him, he’d deleted the email then promptly tried to forget everything about it.
He wasn’t being very successful on that front.
The message, written with the extraordinary eloquence that Shen Qingqiu knew Luo Binghe was capable of, had been sent en masse to the entire faculty and student body. It stated two main points. Firstly, that Luo Binghe attested that Shen Qingqiu had never slept with, assaulted, molested, groomed, or was in any way inappropriate to him during his time at Cang Qiong Academy (thanks for the endorsement, Binghe!!). Secondly, that Luo Binghe was announcing this because he intended to marry Shen Qingqiu and did not want even the whisper of false impropriety to stain his Shizun’s name.
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31 Jul 2024
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The Springtime of Lovers Has Come by AcrossThePage (this_vulnerable_one)
Fandoms: 将进酒 - 唐酒卿 | Qiāng Jìn Jiǔ - Táng Jiǔ Qīng
22 Jul 2022
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Yao Wenyu was the first to speak: “‘Plucking the strings of my qin, in joys and sorrows I sing, yet who will understand me but the moon clear and clean.’” Dark lashes fell like inky brushstrokes upon Yao Wenyu’s soft, pale cheeks, then lifted to reveal a pair of eyes whose surface shone like twin pools beneath a moonlit sky. He offered a shy, hesitant smile to the man seated before him as he added, “Sorry to disturb you, but I couldn’t help but admire your playing.”
The sight of that smile—that small lift of lips and gentle brightening of eyes—rooted Qiao Tianya right in place. When he noticed the silence stretching between them like the thread of a kite pulled ever higher by the wind, he stood.
He wanted to tug on that thread. He wanted to close the distance between them.
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Bound by a red thread of fate, Qiao Tianya and Yao Wenyu meet again in a different lifetime. This time, fate will be kind.
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21 Jul 2024